A ball of orange flame is like a blooming red flower, stuck under the black crucible.
The pot was steaming, the pearly mist looked a little blurry in the night, and a few thick mushrooms were rolling in the clear soup. Everything looked so peaceful.
Except for a few gloomy faces reflected in the soup noodles.
"The cleansing spell has no effect."
"The sorcerer's hand cannot grasp that bean."
"The mushroom soup will evaporate in a short time after being scooped out...and then returned to the pot."
"A very delicate magical effect... If we touch the pot with the intention of pouring out the mushroom soup, we will only encounter the phantom of the crucible."
"Perhaps only the dreamland can support this wonderful magic."
"Tests have shown that this soup contains a very active substance... It is currently unclear whether it is good or bad for the human body, but it is certain that this is not an ordinary pot of mushroom soup."
The young wizards of the Exoneration Hunting Team gathered around the pitch-black crucible and talked a lot. Everyone tried various methods but could not fish out the bean from the pot.
Finally, everyone's eyes began to look towards Nikita.
The banshee held her head and sat leaning on the steps, looking like she was lazily watching a joke. Perhaps she noticed the prying eyes of the young wizards, she twitched the corner of her mouth and sneered: "I told you a long time ago... drink it up."
Those mushroom soups are the easiest way."
"But, why?" Zheng Qing frowned, looked at the crucible, and then at the closed door not far away, puzzled: "...What good will this do to him?"
"Maybe it's to test your courage, or maybe it's just a bit of bad taste from the old-school wizards," the banshee spread her hands with an indifferent expression: "Or maybe, only those who drink mushroom soup can find something from that bean...
…who knows."
The last possibility listed by the banshee dispelled an idea that Zheng Qing had just had.
He was indeed thinking of a plan to make Nikita drink the mushroom soup.
"...So, don't try to make me drink that pot of soup." The banshee shook her fingers and refused triumphantly: "Theoretically, demons can't eat your kind of food... If you take a thousand steps back, even if I
I forced myself to drink it, aren’t you afraid that I’ll sneak that bean into my stomach and pretend I didn’t drink anything?”
"They can cut open your belly to check." Zhu Zhu threatened in a low voice from the side, and the banshee punched her on the head, causing a string of tears to fall from her eyes.
Zheng Qing snorted in annoyance and completely gave up on letting the banshee drink the soup.
This is indeed a lose-lose choice, but for the banshee, having a choice is much better than having no choice.
"Let me do it!"
Zhang Jixin rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the pottery bowl and spoon next to the crucible: "I am the main hunter...and I was used to drinking these messy things at home when I was a child, so my body can bear it."
But his hand was stopped by another larger blue palm.
"No one knows how to eat and drink better than me." Fatty Xin touched his mouth and looked at the bowl of mushroom soup with salivation: "Actually, I have wanted to drink it for a long time, but I just considered the risks, so I didn't do it... But since now
If you have a reason to drink, then don’t rob me."
"Meow meow!" Maodou also bravely asked for help.
"It's not a matter of fighting." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and rejected Fatty Xin's idea of 'taking it all': "Just like what Nikita just said, if the soup contains certain substances... only after drinking it
Only those who drink soup can find their way home, so we must each drink a little."
"I think I should be able to find five... no, nine bowls." Jiang Yu touched his pocket and looked a little unsure. In addition to the five hunters of the Excuse Hunting Team, there were also Zhu Si and Zhu
Zhu, Nikita and Edamame have nine mouths in total.
"Meow!" The greyhound barked twice again.
Zheng Qing noticed Maodou's voice.
"Do you want to drink these soups?" He looked at Gouzi with some surprise, and Maodou immediately wagged his tail quickly and gave an affirmative answer. The wizard glanced at his companions hesitantly, and then looked at the mouth that was churning.
The crucible, and finally nodded: "...Then I'll leave it to you."
After receiving the permission, Edamame immediately rushed to the crucible. He didn't care about the orange flame, and directly stuck his tongue into the mushroom soup and started licking it.
Fatty Xin shrugged and gave up the idea of competing with Gouzi for soup.
"Aren't you afraid that people who haven't eaten the soup won't be able to go home?" Nikita shouted while sitting on the steps.
"I was a little worried at first," Zheng Qing looked at the banshee with sincerity on his face: "But after hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that not drinking should be a good thing..."
The words have not yet fallen.
With just a 'pop' sound, a thick tentacle emerged from the dog's left shoulder blade, like a proliferated arm, covered with ferocious wash dishes, and the greasy mucus slowly flowed along the light red skin.
drip down.
The young wizards screamed and took a step back in unison.
As if hearing Zheng Qing's exclamation, the dog meowed, turned around, and revealed a pair of red eyes - a layer of short granules had appeared around the eye sockets, and it was squirming randomly like a living animal.
Although he turned around, it didn't stop the dog from continuing to 'drink the soup'.
Because at some point a bright red tube poked out from under its neck and reached into the dark crucible, sucking out the mushroom soup from the pot.
The mushroom soup quickly depleted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The thick mushroom slices were torn into pieces by the fine teeth on the meat tube, and were swallowed into its stomach along with the clear soup.
As the mushroom soup decreases, and as tentacles pop out from the dog's body, mouth corners and eye sockets, the edamame's body becomes thinner. You can almost clearly see each of its ribs and the bones attached to it.
on those fine blood vessels.
Zheng Qing even suspected that he heard the blood gurgling in his veins.
"They are thin and hungry," Xiao Xiao's dreamy murmur echoed in Zheng Qing's ears: "It seems as if all the evil in the world is concentrated in their emaciated bodies... razor-sharp teeth, scarlet eyes,
And the undulating light blue skin... They are the descendants of Noth Itik, the stench of Ku'suun, they howl forever in the terrible vortex of Azathoth... Yes, these hunters from far away
, the Hounds of Tindalos.”
The young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team subconsciously formed a battle formation and looked warily at the gray shadow struggling between the smoke and light blue in front of the crucible.
Even Nikita put away the playful expression on his face and looked at the wriggling shadow with a serious expression.
Zheng Qing could now be sure of the effectiveness of that pot of mushroom soup.
That pot of soup purified the blood of the edamame in a fantastic way, making it more like a real hound of Tindalos.
This chapter has been completed!